Nezuko Sketch Novels & Stories

Seeing him out here in the middle of a massive crowd is undoubtedly the pinnacle of my week, but I don't focus the ink solely on his form; I make sure to trap the entire living landscape. I sketch in the wolves chasing the flying disc, the heavy oak branches swaying in the summer breeze, and the long, thin wisps of clouds drifting over the high-rise fortresses in the background. It feels almost like a hidden-target puzzle, but if my wolf had to brand the page, I'd name it Where is the Male Who Merely Stopped Time? I glance down at the corner of the paper, spotting his sharp profile in the lines, and a genuine smile breaks across my face. Right there. There he is.

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment